Qu Weiyin stared at her for a moment, then flicked her forehead with a laugh. “What would I do with her? She costs a fortune to feed! Put her away. I just wanted to give you this jade pendant.” Luo Jinxiao rubbed her forehead and tucked Qiongqi back into her pouch. “Did you hear that? Eat less from now on,”…
Luo Jinxiao had never experienced such an awkward situation in either of her lives – someone hiding in the bathwater and watching her bathe. Hua Xianrui sat in the bucket, soaking wet, with glistening water droplets rolling down her slender neck. She was as delicate as a flower bud, and immersed in the water, she truly resembled a lotus blossoming…
Luo Jinxiao remained perfectly still, afraid to disturb Qu Weiyin. Under the night sky, amidst the vast starry expanse, the two leaned against each other. When Luo Jinxiao looked down again after gazing at the stars, Qu Weiyin had fallen asleep. In her sleep, she looked quite docile. The mark on her forehead was faint, flickering occasionally with each breath…
“Unwavering?” Luo Jinxiao blushed slightly at the blatant confession, but then her heart leaped with joy. It turned out Qu Weiyin had harbored these feelings for a long time. “Say it again,” she pleaded, grinning from ear to ear. “I won’t,” Qu Weiyin refused. After the temple fair ended, they found an inn to rest, planning to depart the next…
Five days later, the Wuhui Sect had mostly returned to normalcy. The injured disciples gradually regained consciousness, and the ritual ceremonies were hastily concluded. When the elders inquired about the whereabouts of the Soul Lamp, Luo Jinxiao brushed off their questions, claiming it had been lost in the chaos. Losing an artifact during such chaos was understandable, so apart from…